Showing out — in more ways than one.
Idle thoughts.
Our adventures, or escapades as we called them, were getting wilder, more daring and exciting and as a result riskier. We knew that and it worried me seemingly rather more than it did Kevin my husband. But it wasn’t just worry that I was experiencing but also excitement, arousal and a state of almost constant anticipation of what was going to happen next? In many ways the most exciting aspect of our ‘new life’ was not knowing when Kevin was going to announce an event and then being filled with excitement when he did. This meant that we and our sex life were in a constant state of flux which kept me on my toes and having to be ready for regular new challenges. And I liked that very much.
Being watched.
“Where we going?” I asked him as we got into my Merc?
“For a drive.”
“No come on tell me and why I had to wear this dress?” I asked mentioning the one I had worn when I flashed at the shopping mall. It was yellow, low cut with the hem well above my knees and buttons all the way down the front.
“You’ll see, now get in, shut up, undo that dress and get your tits out.”
I got in the passenger side and laid back on the big front seat, which he had reclined so I was lying almost flat.
He got in the other side. “I said get your tits out, come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see, but you won’t unless you get your tits out, for I’m not moving until you do. It is dark and you know how much you flashing your tits excites me,” he said leaning across and starting to undo the buttons on my dress. He went on. “And you know how showing them off turns you on, like in the pub the other week.”
I thought that it was quite nice of him to do that but was a little worried about having my dress undone when we still in our driveway and would have to drive along the street on which we lived. He undid the buttons one by one down to my waist and leaned across and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth immediately and eagerly invited his tongue to explore inside which it did. It felt good as his hand slid into my dress and cupped my right breast which as he had ordered was braless; he squeezed and pinched the nipple, which inevitably immediately came alive. He repeated that with my other breast and then peeled the dress away from my boobs so I was effectively topless. Although I knew it was risky and that worried me, mainly because of being on the drive of our house, it did make me feel good.
Kevin bent over and licked each nipple as he slid his hand up my skirt and pulled on my thigh asking me to open them which I did. He shoved his finger against my lips rather too firmly making me gasp and murmur.
“Careful that hurts.”
“Just checking that your knickers are where they should be.”
“What in my handbag?” I grinned adding. “Yes they are just as the doctor ordered. So where are we going?”
“There’s a site near Highgate Cemetery that I have read about, it’s supposed to be a good one.”
“A site, what do you mean?”
“A dogging site love, we’re going dogging.”
“Do they have reviews of dogging sites?”
Kevin laughed. “No there was an article I read.
It was a strange journey for both of us, particularly me. Sitting with the seat slightly reclined with my dress undone, again, and my tits bare was a not a new experience for either of us. In some ways the most surprising thing as far as I was concerned was that not only did I catch the eyes of two men who had seen my above the waist nakedness, the looks on their faces were, firstly astonishment and then lust and I liked that; it gave me a huge buzz.
Kevin drove us around the North Circular and along the busy Golders Green Road towards Highgate and the cemetery where Karl Marx is buried, I recalled for some reason. We went past the main entrance, alongside the huge cemetery with the marble angels and other statues, and down a quiet lane to one side. He did a few lefts and rights and we entered a wooded area, probably Highgate woods or common, I guessed although I wasn’t that familiar with the area. I had, it suddenly hit me almost forgotten that my dress was unbuttoned to the waist and that my breasts were bare.
Kevin slowed the car obviously looking for somewhere.
“What are you looking for?”
“There should be a fucking car park around here.”
“There it is,” I said pointing out of the window on my side.
“I thought it was on my side.”
“Perhaps we came from a different direction,” I suggested as we pulled into the car park.
There were several cars, possibly a dozen or so, parked round the perimeter with some having their internal lights on. As we parked, one or two flashed their headlights but I didn’t know whether that was to us or not. I saw that some had windows open both in the front and rear of their cars. What was even more surprising and mildly worrying was that as Kev slowly steered the car towards an opening where we could park, I saw quite a few men walking around in the escort bursa car park, they were going from car to car, looking in, standing staring and waiting.
He stopped the car in a vacant slot with about ten or twelve feet either side of us from the other cars. As he cut the engine I was immediately hit by the quietness. I looked at him thinking, what the hell’s going on and what the fuck is going to happen now? I half hoped that he was going to fuck me, but I was worried about the number of other cars and the people wandering around. Taking sex risks in places where there was chance of getting caught was one thing, actually getting caught, as seemed highly likely here, was quite another.
“Ok, undo the rest of the buttons,” Kevin said, turning and looking at me.
“What here?”
“Yes of course here, where else?”
“But Kev there are so many people around.”
“So?”
“We’ll get caught.”
“What do you mean we?”
“Well if we have sex we’ll……………”
He cut me off saying. “Who said anything about us having sex?”
“Well, you, I er, um thought, that’s what dogging is, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily.”
“What is it then.”
“Mainly showing out, letting the audience see you and sometimes join in.”
“Now Kev hang on. That’s going too far.”
“What is?”
“Anyone else joining in.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t mind going with someone else, like the young waiter as I watched.”
” Yes I did but that was assuming I get to choose the someone else.”
“What if I found him?”
“Well that as well but not some arsehole perve who visits dogging sites.”
“What like us you mean,” he grinned.
“No stop it, don’t be daft this is just for kicks, isn’t it?”
“Who knows? So you ok for now?”
“Ok for what?”
“To flash your bits and play with yourself as they look on?”
“Ok, I’ll give it a try but only with the doors all locked.”
“Then undo the dress.”
“What then?”
There was a silence as both of us looked out around the car park. About half the cars had their internal lights on and I could see that some were in the back of their cars probably using the extra room to have sex, I assumed.
I was getting excited but wasn’t quite sure why. Then looking him in the eyes and holding his gaze I moved my fingers to the button that was midway between the bottom of my boobs and my waist
“Yes Kevin?” I whispered as I undid the button, showing my stomach down to where my pubic line would be, were I not shaved was.
“You’re going to do it aren’t you Jay, precisely as I say aren’t you?” he went on pinching my nipple as he watched me find the next button, which was a few inches beneath my pussy.
“Yes,” I breathed, everything that had gone on so far this evening getting to me and exciting me. “Yes I will.”
Quite quickly considering my shaking fingers, I undid the rest of the buttons. Kevin reached over and pulled the two sides of the dress apart and then leaned further, licked my nipples and slid his hand down the side of the seat between that and the door reclining my seat. Back and back it went until I was nearly horizontal.
“Now baby play with yourself.”
I could see that a couple of guys were looking in and I wasn’t at all sure that I would be able to go through with this embarrassing charade. But a desire to please him, the spirit of these escapades and my mounting arousal pushed me on.
“Oh Kevin, there are so many guys around.”
“Of course there are, that’s what dogging’s all about.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is a dogging site Jay and that’s what it’s all about.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re going to masturbate right here so anyone who wants to can watch,” he said switching on the internal light, just as I grasped each of my breasts and started to roll them together.
“No,” I almost shouted as my nearly nude body was bathed in light.
“Yes,” Kevin muttered. “Do it Jayne go for it.”
“No Kevin, no, I can’t,” I groaned as I completely lost my nerve and pulled the dress around me, almost covering my tits and belly. Deep down, though, I knew it was hopeless to complain, and even deeper down, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to.
I’d read about the dogging phenomenon where individuals mostly but sometimes couples as well park in secluded areas identified and publicised on the internet, and put on shows. Sometimes they are purely exhibitionism and sometimes participative. In many ways it was sort of right up my street as it facilitated my latent exhibitionism and enjoyment of flashing as we had done at the pub and in my wilder thinking moments it had an appeal, providing it was safe. I was thinking that with my husband in a Merc, at upmarket Highgate all added up to as safe as anything like dogging could ever be.
“Come on Jayne go for it. Get that fucking dress undone again and as I said start wanking yourself,” Kevin told me starting to undo his flies.
“Nobody will join in will they,” I pleaded.
“No, bursa merkez eskort not if you don’t want too but I still want to see you fucked Jay.”
As I gradually released my grip on the dress watching Kev get his cock out, I was aware of movements outside the car. Being that it was dark outside and light inside, I couldn’t see that clearly, but I felt sure there were several guys looking in through the windows. That, and Kevin with his cock in his hand, got to me and I felt just as I had those time in the cars and, especially, in the pub when I had turned around and showed myself to the onlookers in that slut dress. So, once more, I responded to and showed herself to my audience.
“What a fucking exhibitionist?” I was thinking, letting go of my dress. “What a performer,” I murmured holding my full D cup tits, pushing them together and rolling the mass of flesh around, occasionally flicking my nipples.
I saw that Kevin was now sitting up in his seat with his jeans around his thighs clearly wanking. It pleased and thrilled me that he was joining in and it made me feel good that I had some power over him.
“Open your fucking legs,” he grunted, as he slowly pumped his cock.
“Get those thighs apart,” he croaked.
He was now wanking quite hard and through the slightly open windows I heard men saying things like.
“Fuck me look at her tits.”
“He’s wanking.”
“She’s doing herself.”
“She looks great.”
“What a pair of tits.”
Such phrases, the occasional glimpse of a face or a pair of eyes, but the generally similar sensation to being on stage where the audience is blanked out by the lights and with Kevin’s cock hovering over me, all combined to make me want to put on a performance.
So as Kevin grunted. “Show ’em your cunt,” I opened my legs wide, brought my knees up and placed each foot on the seat. My pussy was right in line with the low glare from the light in front of me from under the dashboard.
“Jesus fucking wept.”
“Look at her cunt.”
“I’d love to fuck that.”
Hearing these expressions made me feel good, I enjoyed them and the staring eyes. I rubbed my fingers around my shaved lips, which were absolutely soaked, thus spreading my juices all around my cunt. Amazingly in some ways but inevitably in others, I was getting there, my orgasm was building and quickly. But I wasn’t quite at the peak of it when Kevin grunted loudly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” causing me to look up at him. And as I did, his cock seemed to explode and spurt after spurt of his spunk shot out of him and splattered onto me. It splashed onto my face and glasses, my hair and chest and onto my tits and stomach. There were loads, in fact there was far more than usual and it seemed to be everywhere even on the dashboard of the Merc.
Wonderfully suddenly and rather unexpectedly that did me. Seeing my husband shooting his cum and feeling it splashing onto my bare breasts and face put me right over the top and I started to climax. It was sudden, quick and powerful and hugely enjoyable. That was not just because of its intensity, nor because of Kevin’s ejaculation or that we were sharing this unique for us mutual orgasm but also because we were doing it in front of an audience.
Idle thoughts.
Although I had gone along with our dogging adventure and indeed had eventually thrown myself into it, when looking back I regretted it and felt quite ashamed. Even with the rather convoluted sense of morals and logic by which I now lived flaunting myself at a group of perverts was well beyond the pale.
I was pleased though somewhat surprised that Kevin agreed with me. So we decided not to do it again and to restrict ourselves to more ‘reasonable’ escapades.
Oddly, we didn’t discuss our escapades in any detail before they happened and I think that was another strong turn on for me. That said after sex we usually chatted and naturally certain topics kept rearing their interesting heads with the three main ones having now been firmly established as me with another guy, me with a woman and Kevin with another woman.
I had fairly mixed feelings on all three although after discussing them several times over what must by now have been a six-month period, I was starting to come to terms with the idea of having sex with another man as Kevin watched. I was, though, not sure I would be able to go through with it and kept it as a wild fantasy just as I did having sex in front of a large audience.
Photography part 2.
Modelling sessions had become a regular part of our expanding sexual repertoire. I guess that on average we had one every three weeks or so. Not unexpectedly, it took me some time to really let myself go and get into posing in a relaxed and natural way, but I began to make it after the third or fourth session.
We had gone through the stages of Kevin taking shots of me undressing, in my underwear, topless and completely nude. That had been strange and challenging at first but as that bursa sınırsız escort session went on, I had become relatively ok with it and in fact I was naked for pretty much the entire time. The resultant photos where Kevin had taken loads of close ups of my nipples and pubic mound were pretty mind-blowing for both of us when we looked at them later on the sixty-five-inch TV screen. The sex that followed was equally mind blowing. And that became a wonderful feature of the sessions; rarely would we actually complete one before the desire got too much for us to resist and we had sex where we had been taking the photos sometimes even doing it on the floor or on the large black, leather Chesterfield in the lounge Then later when we looked at the shots the big TV screen, we’d do it all over again.
The first few sessions were basically just Kevin recording me undressing and posing. The watershed that moved the topic from erotica to porn came one afternoon just after Christmas.
“I bought myself a Christmas present,” he told me when I walked into the garden room as we called it and I saw the two lights on metal stands. Although it was a quite bright and airy room, which improved the quality of the photos, Kevin always moaned about the light, especially late afternoons or evenings.
“How the hell much did they cost?” I asked surprised.
“Oh not much I got them on eBay second hand.”
I was actually getting a little pissed off with the money he was spending on photography stuff for in addition to the Canon camera he had now bought two lenses at God knows how much each, a range finder thingy that he pointed at me and now the lights. I thought things were getting a little out of control, but as he earned the bulk of our joint income I had little say in how some was spent.
As always happened now when I posed for him, the atmosphere, what we were doing and the sex that I knew would follow or, more realistically, would interrupt the session were getting to me. A heat was spreading from the pit of my stomach, my breasts felt so full and heavy, my skin was tingling and my entire body was alive with the sensations of acute sexual arousal. This was so wrong. I was losing control. I was becoming obsessed with my hunger for sex, my desire for satisfaction and my need to cum. I recognised fully that Kevin’s idea for improving our sex-life was working, but possibly too well.
The camera was sort of possessing me. That was sort of becoming my lover and the telephoto lens, that he had bought so he could get in even closer, was becoming like a cock. A cock that was leering at me as I writhed on my back on the floor, spread myself on all fours or stood offering myself to it. I found myself almost naturally seeing it as my lover to which I was giving myself. When I was posing, I now became someone else. My mind, morals and behaviour patterns left me and all that really existed or mattered was the camera, that cock of a lens, Kevin taking the shots and my body.
“Lay on your back please Jay,” I heard him saying.
I had absolutely no hesitation in doing what he asked in fact I didn’t even query it in my mind for I enjoyed it and wanted to do it for him or was it for me or us. I was no longer sure any more of the whys and wherefore!. He walked around me taking shots from different angles as I, without being asked or even thinking stroked and caressed my breasts.
“Bend your knees and pull your feet up towards your bum,” he directed me.
I did that.
“Open them for me?”
I did.
“Show me that lovely cunt Jay.”
I did and he took shots between my legs.
“God you are so sexy love.”
He took more and more shots.
“Will you touch yourself there please?” he asked nodding at my pussy.
Other than when I occasionally cupped or stroked my breasts we hadn’t taken shots of me masturbating nor very many of open leg shots when I was naked. That was mainly due to my reluctance to go that far which he respected. Looking back, though, I realised that we had gradually built up to it and today with the new lights was D-day as it were! And in my heart and mind I wanted to, but I knew that it was probably going too far and, in any case, it might make me cum.
“No Kevin, I can’t do that.”
“Why not you do it in bed for me.”
“That’s different.”
“How is it?”
“Well we’re alone in bed.”
“And we’re alone here and now.”
“But the camera?”
“Just forget it, no one’s ever going to see them other than us are they?”
I couldn’t fault his logic and whispered. “No.”
“And that when you masturbate for me in bed, you’re turned on aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“And posing turns you on doesn’t it Jay?” he went on in a low voice as he continued taking shots of me.
Although I was refusing to touch myself between my legs I was still stroking my breasts and brushing my fingers across my nipples.
“And you are now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
“And your body’s alive isn’t it?”
“Yes, you know it is.”
“And the more you pose the more aroused you become don’t you?”
As his words floated into my mind so he excited me more and more. It was almost as if he was hypnotising me. I could hardly speak, so I just nodded.
“And the more aroused you get, the more you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”